Wreck-it Ralph Markowski Novels & Stories

Just in the nick of time, Alpha Shaco burst into the room with his pack of werewolves, accompanied by a resounding roar. "Pity," the wolf within me hissed resignedly. "Alpha Talon, who gave you permission to do this?" Shaco growled angrily at me, and in the haze, I saw a black wolf shadow howl in fury. "I'm sorry; I was merely trying to uncover the truth." I released my grip on Swain's neck, and he crashed hard to the ground. He covered his throat, gasping for air, and cast me a fearful glance before quickly taking refuge behind Shaco.

“I had an inkling that Dante’s death was a ruse… but I let it slide because of Ralph.” He glanced at Marco, and something unspoken passed between them before Dad continued. “Ralph wanted Sophia dead. He was going to kill Dante anyway, but then the fire happened. With Sophia gone, Ralph broke. He blamed himself. Took him years to crawl out of that darkness. When he found Marco… that boy gave him a reason to live again. Ralph became a father. A real one. And I couldn’t bring myself to reopen his old wounds. He was happy, and I… I let him be.”

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

Ralph also hugged him, he felt sorry to see him and hear him cry. Poor Mark suffering for what his family is going through, it seems as if a tornado passed destroying his happiness, but sometimes the most painful things are just around the corner, a pain written in handwriting by his beloved deceased.

Marcus Mind linking Jackson, Marcus told them that they were switching vehicles and that they needed to pull over. The two guards, Ralph and Dominic, would take this car back to the pack. This would let Marcus and Marcia go to the SUV, letting Jackson drive so they could speak. Marcus knew he needed to be careful with the conversation. “Are you sure, Alpha? The proximity of the wolves might give us away.” Through the link, Jackson voiced his concern about the sudden change of plans.

Everything started falling apart in Mark Ryder's life after he lost the court case in werewolf city to Drake Down and Rori Reeler who was now Rori Down. As far as he could remember, his loss was a sting in his buttocks that would never heal no matter the amount of treatment applied at the spot.

"We are going to ask him some questions, like why he tried to put the blame on you when you weren't even in the hospital today," Anna scoffed. "Is there something more I should know?" He asked. He saw her eyes gaze above his shoulder, and then she shook her head. But he knew she had something more. "Sometimes I wonder why we still have Marcus here," Jones muttered. Rick snorted. Marcus was a human doctor who had been mates to a wolf in the pack, but sadly, a few years ago, his mate died due to unknown reasons. Marcus was heartbroken, but he remained loyal to the pack, and Ruck considered him an ally. "He gives me medication for my, uh, condition," He said and immediately noticed that Anna's

I shook my head at that for I had actively examined Mackenzie to make sure she wasn’t hurt by this man in any way. “No he didn’t hurt her in any way, I said.” Mark visibly calmed down at this. But he was still on his guard because he asked me. “So what did he do then?” “He told her to ask her parents about werewolves and fake alphas.” Mark’s eyes narrowed at this and I could see the sides of his lip curl in anger. “Damn Ronald and his werewolves.” Mark hissed under his breath but I’d heard him. “Ronald? As in Vincent’s beta. He’s behind this? What aren’t you telling me, Mark Pope?”

"Then fuck me." He chuckled, a deep rumble, his thumb brushing my clit teasingly. "Smart girl. Marco Ruiz local shark. Fixes problems for gringos like your Richard. Disappearances, bribes. Word is, he's meeting him tonight at El Diablo's warehouse by the docks. To settle a debt. Or a hit." He slipped a finger inside me, finding me wet and ready. "On you, probably. Richard's paying half upfront." My breath hitched, anger flaring as his finger curled. "Bastard. What else?"

For a second, I thought she might do something stupid after all. Then she straightened her shoulders under my coat and walked. Not broken. Not submissive. Just… moving forward because there was nowhere else to go. I watched until she disappeared up the stairs, the Mark on her shoulder hidden but humming at the edge of my awareness like a migraine that hadn’t fully arrived yet. Marco appeared at my side, having come in through a side door, blood still on his hands. “Well?” he asked. “Happy with your holy mess?” I exhaled slowly.